A Seashell To Remember

As the mercury soared above ninety degrees We piled in the car and headed to the sea It was dad, mom, sister and me My sister was twelve, I was four years past three Once on the beach we roamed around I found a spot to build a sandcastle Sis was talking, a boy she had found And I with the sand, continued to "wrassle" After a while I got bored So I headed towards the water I felt the waves lick my feet And I ventured further to escape the heat Suddenly, a big wave lifted me And carried me out to sea Back on shore, my sister was searching for me At the top of her voice she shouted out my name Her panic set in as she looked to see If the mighty sea had claimed me As her tears started to pour Another wave brought me back to shore After she saw me she dried her tears And told me never again to venture out there "Don't tell mom and dad," she made me swear And then she gave me a seashell, it was my souvenir!